You see, they blocked blogger at work, I can't really check until I get home in the afternoon. And this was a day.
"Keeping bankers hours, are you, T-Bolt."
"I'm sorry, Tom, I was heading to my physical therapy. I've been in since 6AM. Hey, why don't you eat a Bag of Richards, Mama Jama."
A New Five Minutes Hate
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Smoke, mirrors and an unceasing firehose of crap. The news cycle was
threatening to slow down, and what was coming out wasn't looking too good
for th...
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